Chapter 60: Can't come in (light moon memory reward plus more)

Mu Zi poked Qiao Jingjia's sore spot.
Most interns in the procuratorate are promoted in two years, and a few outstanding ones can be promoted in one year, such as the former Su Zi.
However, Qiao Jingjia stayed in the internship for three years.
If it weren't for Su Zi's accidental death, I'm afraid she would continue her internship, which is like telling everyone in disguise that she is not good enough to be a prosecutor.
This is simply a shame.
And now, an unremarkable adopted daughter in Mu's family actually ridiculed her and unshirkably exposed her scars!
Qiao Jingjia left in anger and embarrassment.
She knew in her heart that this mediation was broken by her!
Not only would Mu Rongxuan not be grateful to her, he would also complain that she was troublesome, and would even think she was incompetent!
Qiao Jingjia couldn't just watch the situation develop like that.
After she left Mu's house, she couldn't wait to dial Mu Zening's phone
The phone rang for a long time before connecting, and the man's tired and hoarse voice rang: "Jingjia, what's the matter?"
Qiao Jingjia told Mu Zening about the mediation.
She said sadly: "Zening, I really didn't expect Zizi to live like this in Mu's family. Although she is an adopted daughter, Mu Ling and Mu Yun's actions are too much, and the eldest brother never ignored them. What is the difference between abuse and abuse?"
There was a long silence on Mu Zening.
Qiao Jingjia said again: "I thought Xiao Ling had accidentally injured Zi Zi, so he agreed to deal with this matter, but I didn't expect that they hurt Zi Zi so deeply... Zening, I... I am the prosecutor. , Let me reverse black and white and cover up crime, I really can't do it..."
She sighed deeply, as if she was in a dilemma between justice and favor.
Mu Zening said: "It's hard for you, Jingjia, I'll talk to Big Brother about this."
Qiao Jingjia breathed a sigh of relief.
But she couldn't let Mu Zening sympathize with Mu Zi.
"The child Zizi doesn't know what's going on. He just didn't listen to persuasion and threatened me not to send her to Gree to study, so he would publish the diary on the Internet and say...say..." Qiao Jingjia intentionally stopped talking.
Mu Zening asked her: "What else did she say?"
Qiao Jingjia said with a heavy tone: "She said that she will give her the Hummer of Sister Su, otherwise she will go to the court to sue."
"What does she want a car for?" Mu Zening was surprised.
Qiao Jingjia's words seemed to suggest: "Well, a little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, it is inevitable to have some vanity, especially when she is brought up by Mrs. Bai. In terms of character and conduct, there is something..."
As she said, she sighed, "But she's too ignorant, don't you know that this car is the baby of Sister Su's life..."
Mu Zening's voice really cooled down: "She's fooling around."
When Qiao Jingjia heard this, the anger and depression that Mu Zi stirred up in her heart swept away.
She became proud again, and her tone became gentle: "Children, there is always a temper, but I am wrong. I disturb your work for this kind of thing... Zening, are you okay over there? How long will it take to come back? ?"
"It's a bit tricky... it may be later."
"Then you have to pay attention to your body, don't work hard, and occasionally relax..."
After a while, Qiao Jingjia hung up the phone.
Throwing away the hot potato in her hand, Qiao Jingjia was in a good mood, but she still felt depressed when she thought of Mu Zi's arrogance.
An adopted daughter is nothing, even if she is a little clever, she is just a lowly adopted daughter. When she marries into Mu's house, there is a chance to clean up.
Qiao Jingjia thought so, and left briskly.
...
That night.
The night breeze slowly, and the low and undulating insect sounds outside the house reflected the quietness of the night.
This was originally a good night, but Mu Zi was a little frightened at the moment.
She was afraid that Murong Cheng would come again.
The doors and windows were locked, and then checked carefully, Mu Zi was still worried.
She looked around the room, picked a solid wood chair with a heavy hand, moved it to the front of the room and blocked it, and put a vase on the chair.
After such a tossing, Mu Zi breathed a sigh of relief, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
I thought: In this way, he must not be able to come in...